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GUYS FANFICTION.COM ISNT BANNED ON MY SCHOOL IPAD WHAT SHOULD I READ

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When you decide to read a normal fanfiction for once and two paragraphs in they're already brutally fucking

I’d get if there are no smutty writers. What I can’t forgive is people saying they have no ideas. I am really embarrassed writing it, but I have a SHIT TONE OF IDEAS, mostly smut during their travels together:

1) Sakura makes him redeem himself to her by doing stuff she wants. Of course, that also means Sakura saying she wants to sleep with… Uhm, I mean, next him… And with him (que to First Time Smut);

2) Sasuke and Sakura arrive to a place where Sakura had smaller errands to do when she was younger (during the blank period of your choosing whether it’s when she was 13-16 or 18-21). Sakura sees some people, one or more of them are GUYS whom she helped. She chats and feels comfortable around them. Ultimately, Sasuke gets jelly and has sex with her in the alley near the place they were;

3) Sakura got mad about some sh!t that Sasuke did. Angry Sex in a (love) hotel with Sadist!Sakura and somewhat Masochist!Sasuke

4) Sasuke and Sakura sleep together. Sasuke has a bad dream about hurting Sakura. At first, Sakura thought he was dreaming about his family. Later on, Sasuke makes out with her leading to smutty stuff and inbetween breaths he said something about never wanting to hurt her for the rest of his life. In short, Angsty Smut.

5) Wedding Night Smut. It’s not their first time, but they feel like it is. Fluffy Smut.

6) Sakura beat the shit out of some guys, kept acting badass and hyperactive. For some reason, Sasuke gets a boner. You know the rest.

7) Sakura tackles Sasuke during training. Training Together Smut

YOU BETTER TELL ME ONCE YOU FIND OR FINISH WRITING AND POSTING FOR SOME OF THE PROMPTS!! I. NEED. SMUUUT!!

And don't forget~, Sasuke has only one hand~... The right one. Plz don't forget that.

#please #deeppoeticgirl #deep poetic girl #fanfiction.com #sasuke uchiha #sasusaku #sakura uchiha #sakura haruno

Anonymous review can be the worst.

Urgh, I really wish the 'disable guest reviews' option in FanFiction.com actually work. It's frustrating when guests ask questions because you can't directly answer but also because guest reviews are more likely to be nasty ones.

Just had a guest leave 3 different reviews criticising a story they clearly hate yet keep reading. And of course, just got a new guest review on another story declaring it'll be 'reported, I'm sure you can guess why'. The smugness just oozes.

Only minor positive is you can delete guest reviews, FF never takes action against signed in ones, no matter how vicious.

#FanFiction.com #Rant #Anonymous reviews suck

West of Berk

AKA that Western AU that no one's heard about. - - - - - - - - - - - - It was about 6 in the evening when the double doors bumped open and a man stepped through into the saloon. A few heads turned, summed up the stranger with a cursory, disinterested glance, then turned back to their meals, or their drinks, or their cards. He walked to the bar, dusty boots giving off a thin puff with each step. His gait sounded off; a bit too metallic in his left step, it would seem, as if he had put too many stirrups on his boot. “Rye,” he murmured, and the bartender gave him a second glance. Why, the man couldn’t have been a day over 21! “You sure, son?” the bartender asked, pouring him a small glass anyway. “Shouldn’t you have something to eat first?” The kid - for he really wasn’t that old - looked up, emerald eyes piercing beneath the low brim of his hat. Yet they were not unkind eyes; rather, they beheld the world in a paradox of both interest and indifference, as if they would completely glance over one detail and give all their attention to the next. “Sure; what do you have?” The bartender listed off the food currently being cooked, and the kid nodded, ordering a standard meal, paying up front. He went over to sit down at a corner booth, quietly minding his own business. Still, as was the status quo in places like these, someone would inevitably try to ruin his dinner. It happened shortly after he polished off his steak, and was about to dig into his potatoes. A herd of surly-faced men stood up noisily, clumping over to the still-dusty stranger, who looked up from his potatoes. “Whatever your business is here,” the leader said gruffly, scratching at week-old stubble, “get it done quickly. Strangers to Berk usually don't last the night…” He trailed off ominously to a chorus of ill-meaning laughter. The kid mulled this over, then shrugged and went back to his potatoes, drizzling gravy over the mound like an erupting volca- “Didn't you hear me?” snarled the bulky man, a solid ham-hock of a fist slamming into the table, rattling the cutlery. “I said,” he enunciated, as if he were paying a quarter per word, “Be gone. By tonight. For. Your. Own. Good.” The kid looked up slowly, piercing green eyes sizing up the group. Whatever they were looking for, they didn't find, so he stood up with a sigh. “And what if my business takes longer than one day?” he asked innocently. The larger man grinned terribly, crooked yellowed teeth barely disguising an equally disgusting mouth. The kid's only reaction was a subtle wince. “Well then, that's your call to make. Best of luck enjoying your bed…” The herd moved away, heading out the bat-wing doors with a loud bumping and thumping, the whinnies of several horses sounding off a few moments later. The bartender looked over at the kid. “What'd they say?” he asked, curious as to what beef the man could have had with the kid. “Oh, he was just wishing me a warm Berk welcome,” the kid grinned. “Nothing too neighborly, don't worry.” The grizzled bartender turned back to his well-worn mug, mulling things over. Whomever the kid was, he was not the usual type of hombre that drifted through their little town in the hills. No, this kid did not look like the local yokel, spending their money on booze as soon as they earned it back. And his accent… a mite too refined to be from anywhere around here. Deep in the heart of the West, people let their words stretch out in the sun, not bothering to move too quickly in the heat. But the kid… There was merit in keeping an eye on him, the bartender nodded to himself.